Chapter Fifty Four - dedicated to kerryblaze for her birthday :D
“Why is it that all my family have to be mad?” Ron asked morosely as he sat on the blanket next to Harry.
“Dunno Ron mate. I’m taking it that your Tuesday Sunday Family lunch didn’t go well then?” Harry rubbed the top of his head. It was still sore where Pansy had yanked it.
“My mum fainted.” Ron laid backed and shielded his eyes from what he reckoned would probably be the last of the autumn sun.
“Well, wouldn’t be a proper Weasley gathering without someone fainting, would it?”
“You see, this is what I’m talking about!” Ron groaned as Hannah plopped down next to them.
“Ronald Weasley,” she began in a chastising tone. Ron groaned again. “Do you have any idea why I came home last night to find a depressed Irishman sat on my couch in his dancing shamrock boxers, drinking my beer, and rambling on about you getting off with his boyfriend?”
“I do not wish to discuss this, to be completely honest, Han.”
“Tough shit, I do.” Hannah was well known for getting her own way. “Now, do you want to continue upsetting Seamus, or do you wish to stop fucking around with him and continue with Malfoy?”
“Fuck’s sake Hannah,” Ron grumbled, taking a swig of the beer Harry had just handed him. “I am tired, I am hung over, I have an entire set to think of and rehearse for Saints ‘n’ Sinners for two weeks time and I really do not want to be discussing my love life with complete perverts like you.”
Hannah, realising that she wouldn’t get anything more out of Ron for the moment, made a resounding “humph!” noise and marched off to where Michael had just turned up and was now looking slightly scared as Hannah approached him.
Ron joined Harry and laid back on the towel, resting his beer on his stomach with a contented sound. “Girls. Dunno how you put up wit them, Harry mate.”
“well, you know it’s pretty easy, you just give into their every whim,” Harry replied cracking a grin. Ron snorted.
“How am I gunna get this gig sorted in two weeks? It’s impossible I reckon.”
“You’ll be fine mate, trust me. You’ve got an ace band, Seamus’ll help you out I’m sure, Hannah, well… she’s Hannah and Blaise, you just tell him what to drum and he’ll drum it. I honestly don’t know someone who could get ready for a gig in two weeks better than Saints ‘n’ Sinners.”
“Aww, thanks Harry mate. You know, it’s times like this when I remember why you were my first friend.”
Harry raised himself up on one elbow and raised an eyebrow at Ron. “Ron, I know you’re gay but please don’t go soppy on me. I think we nearly had a “moment” then. Which reminds me, I think I know what that whole thing with you and Seamus is now. Good shag is he?” Harry grinned.
Ron groaned and flopped back, effectively knocking his beer onto the floor. “And then it’s times like this when I realise why I forgot in the first place.”
“Dunno Ron mate. I’m taking it that your Tuesday Sunday Family lunch didn’t go well then?” Harry rubbed the top of his head. It was still sore where Pansy had yanked it.
“My mum fainted.” Ron laid backed and shielded his eyes from what he reckoned would probably be the last of the autumn sun.
“Well, wouldn’t be a proper Weasley gathering without someone fainting, would it?”
“You see, this is what I’m talking about!” Ron groaned as Hannah plopped down next to them.
“Ronald Weasley,” she began in a chastising tone. Ron groaned again. “Do you have any idea why I came home last night to find a depressed Irishman sat on my couch in his dancing shamrock boxers, drinking my beer, and rambling on about you getting off with his boyfriend?”
“I do not wish to discuss this, to be completely honest, Han.”
“Tough shit, I do.” Hannah was well known for getting her own way. “Now, do you want to continue upsetting Seamus, or do you wish to stop fucking around with him and continue with Malfoy?”
“Fuck’s sake Hannah,” Ron grumbled, taking a swig of the beer Harry had just handed him. “I am tired, I am hung over, I have an entire set to think of and rehearse for Saints ‘n’ Sinners for two weeks time and I really do not want to be discussing my love life with complete perverts like you.”
Hannah, realising that she wouldn’t get anything more out of Ron for the moment, made a resounding “humph!” noise and marched off to where Michael had just turned up and was now looking slightly scared as Hannah approached him.
Ron joined Harry and laid back on the towel, resting his beer on his stomach with a contented sound. “Girls. Dunno how you put up wit them, Harry mate.”
“well, you know it’s pretty easy, you just give into their every whim,” Harry replied cracking a grin. Ron snorted.
“How am I gunna get this gig sorted in two weeks? It’s impossible I reckon.”
“You’ll be fine mate, trust me. You’ve got an ace band, Seamus’ll help you out I’m sure, Hannah, well… she’s Hannah and Blaise, you just tell him what to drum and he’ll drum it. I honestly don’t know someone who could get ready for a gig in two weeks better than Saints ‘n’ Sinners.”
“Aww, thanks Harry mate. You know, it’s times like this when I remember why you were my first friend.”
Harry raised himself up on one elbow and raised an eyebrow at Ron. “Ron, I know you’re gay but please don’t go soppy on me. I think we nearly had a “moment” then. Which reminds me, I think I know what that whole thing with you and Seamus is now. Good shag is he?” Harry grinned.
Ron groaned and flopped back, effectively knocking his beer onto the floor. “And then it’s times like this when I realise why I forgot in the first place.”